Just about every kind of seafood imaginable....fish (fried, grilled, baked, broiled), shellfish, you name it. Freshwater, ocean, no difference. On our trip to Grand Marais, MN last weekend, we had whitefish (grilled and fried), crab cakes, scallops, lake trout, and grouper.

Cheese...hard, soft, aged, goat, cow, makes no difference.

Fall...I LOVE the gray skies and crisp days of autumn as well its cool nights.

I love the sound of rain or waves or wind in the trees, as well as the sound of crickets, frogs, and other nocturnal creatures.

I love George Webb Hamburger Parlor (based in Southern Wisconsin) hashbrowns...simply the finest I have ever sampled anywhere...and that covers a lot of territory.

Driving rural backroads through small towns, especially in Wisconsin in the fall.

Just about every kind of seafood imaginable....fish (fried, grilled, baked, broiled), shellfish, you name it. Freshwater, ocean, no difference. On our trip to Grand Marais, MN last weekend, we had whitefish (grilled and fried), crab cakes, scallops, lake trout, and grouper.

Cheese...hard, soft, aged, goat, cow, makes no difference.

Fall...I LOVE the gray skies and crisp days of autumn as well its cool nights.

I love the sound of rain or waves or wind in the trees, as well as the sound of crickets, frogs, and other nocturnal creatures.

I love George Webb Hamburger Parlor (based in Southern Wisconsin) hashbrowns...simply the finest I have ever sampled anywhere...and that covers a lot of territory.

Driving rural backroads through small towns, especially in Wisconsin in the fall.

what I love is to be sitting in crystal clear water on my surfboard looking out to the horizon to see the incoming swell break on an outer reef telling me to prepare myself and watching make the turn to paddle for the wave as it arrives to then hold me momentarily before coming to my feet and making the drop into the liquid glide as the reef below me flashes the wave disappears there is no shape or form but for the grace and slide I feel as the dance across the rising wall roars behind me then the sun illuminates the turquoise path that propels the sequence of movements to fast for memory until the energy is absorbed and the deep smile comes as I thank the universe for the ride of a life time......then what I love more as I paddle back out is to watch my girlfriend go through the motions and take the drop on another wave with a huge bottom turn she recoils into the most gentle display of fluid hydrodynamics in each arc and spray a courtship of elements she passes close to me her face of concentrated joy the body in unison a magnetic glow of ebb and flow.

We have been back a few weeks from a surf trip to Bocas del Toro, Panama.....and of course the moral of the story, never ask a surfer to describe what the ride was like, could sound similar to the wonderful drivel above.

what I love is to be sitting in crystal clear water on my surfboard looking out to the horizon to see the incoming swell break on an outer reef telling me to prepare myself and watching make the turn to paddle for the wave as it arrives to then hold me momentarily before coming to my feet and making the drop into the liquid glide as the reef below me flashes the wave disappears there is no shape or form but for the grace and slide I feel as the dance across the rising wall roars behind me then the sun illuminates the turquoise path that propels the sequence of movements to fast for memory until the energy is absorbed and the deep smile comes as I thank the universe for the ride of a life time......then what I love more as I paddle back out is to watch my girlfriend go through the motions and take the drop on another wave with a huge bottom turn she recoils into the most gentle display of fluid hydrodynamics in each arc and spray a courtship of elements she passes close to me her face of concentrated joy the body in unison a magnetic glow of ebb and flow.

We have been back a few weeks from a surf trip to Bocas del Toro, Panama.....and of course the moral of the story, never ask a surfer to describe what the ride was like, could sound similar to the wonderful drivel above.